blown in. a sibilant liminal. moving in the hush of black mornings. in the lift of heron wings over the marsh. fragments of other landscapes. voices of a distant time. these days after samhain, i feel like the hull of a ship moving slowly into deeper water. without much effort the tiny universes in my ears open up, receptive to what can often go unheard. the voices of ancestral memory. the stories in my very cells.
You always weave a spellbinding tale with your words, Jai Michelle <3
Thank you Conny I really poured many days of writing into this poem.
Hi Jai I love the idea of the puffins lighting the way home and the sleepy cows lovely to share these words c🌹
Thank you so much Claire 🌹
Ahh, beautiful!! Thank you so much for recommending my Substack🙏
You too Manuela thank you so much 🙏🏻🌹
Very beautiful as ever x
Thank you Howard for your lovely comment as always.
Powerful and beautiful work, as always ♥️